Not being able to cry when you're breaking inside is one of the most sadistic thing your body can do to you. That warm, wet, salty release you crave. It's like your body isn't allowing the broken pieces out. They're trapped in its cell behind your eyes. A strangled soul begging to be released.
~Oct. 14th, 2020
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My portfolio of poems/short stories/excerpts from books I'll never write
RandomThese are all mine so don't use without permission or claim as your own. Thank you. With that being said, I welcome you to read my thoughts transcribed. I did something similar to this on here when I was wayyyy younger. Giving it another shot all g...
